Greenhouse No. 7.

Professor Sprout hurriedly gave Neville an order, and she grabbed her bag in the corner of the greenhouse and rushed out.

There was only a group of students left who were at a loss.

Neville and Ron looked at each other.

They don't know much about these things, but white frost and snow.

Harry had mentioned that it was a celestial phenomenon caused by the appearance of the Wild Hunt.

"Parvati." Ron tiptoed and glanced over to the girl, "You and Hufflepuff's prefect organization records, stay in the greenhouse." ”

Neville was already on his way out of the greenhouse.

Parvati frowned: "You guys want to go out?" ”

The Hufflepuff prefect stepped forward, "Weasley, it's not just you Gryffindors who can be heroes, so can we."

Ron shook his head and waved his hand to interrupt him, "No, we're not here to help the professors. ”

"Don't think like that."

"Professor Dumbledore has been in the castle all along, and the professors are now gone, and now there's nothing they can't deal with."

"Neville and I are going to the castle."

The Hufflepuff prefect wanted to say something more.

Ron whispered, "It's the safest place to be, and in this case, keeping yourself safe is the best thing for the professors." ”

The Hufflepuff prefect shook his head, "Just let Miss Parvati stay in the greenhouse." ”

"We still have many students in the castle."

"Especially the little wizards."

Fifth and seventh graders, they weren't too worried, after all, they were very experienced—the little wizards in the fifth year were attacked by a basilisk as soon as they entered school, and the second year was a dementor, and they knew what to do at such a time.

However, students in the fourth grade and below do not have much experience, especially the younger they are, the more difficult it is to make clear judgments at such times.

They need prefects.

Ron nodded, "Of course, you're right. ”

Neville has gone out.

The two Hufflepuff prefects, as well as Ron, followed in his footsteps.

Parvati pulled out his wand and took a deep breath.

Once again, Hogwarts is in danger.

on the Black Lake.

Dumbledore and Voldemort briefly clashed, and the curse came and went, and both of them had a heavy face.

"Tom, it seems that you don't have a good grasp of the new body." Dumbledore said it lightly, but the hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

Fighting Voldemort, who was resurrected with hoarfrost and absorbed a lot of Hogwarts magic at this moment, was a big burden for him.

Just dealing with hoarfrost was enough to give him a headache.

Can.

Voldemort relied not only on the White Frost, but also on the new magic built around it.

The only good news.

It seems to have just been resurrected, and this body is not flesh and blood, Voldemort is not very adaptable, when he casts some magic, it is easy to stutter, very weak, less than a second, according to the little wizards in Hogwarts who love photography, it is a moment of frame drawing.

In a duel between the most powerful wizards, this inconspicuous stuttering is too deadly.

The good news isn't as wonderful as it seems.

Dumbledore's face was uncontrollably heavy.

If it was Harry fighting with himself.

This kind of bad stuttering happens to yourself, probably. The head had long been cut off and used as a Quaffle.

But even so, all he could do at this time was barely able to resist Voldemort.

The magic in him is endless.

I'm really old.

If he continues to consume, and when he becomes familiar with his body, he may not be his opponent.

Voldemort's face was heavy.

Things didn't turn out the way he had envisioned them.

Powerful power, huge magic, and with his own wisdom and ability, he should absolutely crush Dumbledore.

But why.

He can still resist himself.

"But that's enough for you old guy." Voldemort raised his hand again, and with a slight touch, the hoarfrost condensed.

In the snowstorm.

A spotted cat pounced from behind a snowdrift and landed lightly into a woman.

It was Minerva McGonagall.

Her human body is too old, and on the road, it can't compare to the cat's body.

"Tom Riddle?" McGonagall looked up at the man floating in the sky, her voice hesitant, "He's resurrected again?" ”

Dumbledore raised his wand, and the Vanishing Charm confronted the hoarfrost that Voldemort had called.

McGonagall raised her wand as well.

As the most famous transfiguration master of this century, her Transfiguration Charm has always been brilliant, ice cubes, driftwood, have been transformed into trebuchets, and with the pinch of her wand, the boulder is in place, and with a thud, it slams at Voldemort.

Professor Sprout was the second to arrive.

The greenhouse is the closest to the Black Lake.

She pulled a handful of seeds out of her pocket and sprinkled them on the ice, there was no soil, no fertilizer, but these deadly, dangerous plants, in an instant, grew and flourished, and swung their whips towards Voldemort.

Hagrid arrived.

He didn't believe the thickness of the ice, so he pulled out a tree about the thickness of his arm from the shore, threw it at the people in the sky like a javelin, and whirred through the air.

"Normal magic doesn't work for me." Voldemort whispered, waving his hand.

White frost gushes out.

Hundreds of branches, in an instant, were frozen in the air, as a magical plant with stronger vitality, they resisted, but to no avail.

The end has come.

They didn't even make it to the soles of Voldemort's feet.

Compared to Sprout, McGonagall and Hagrid's attacks also had some effect, after being frozen by the hoarfrost, inertia drove the stones and trees to still fly towards Voldemort.

But.

In the extremely cold temperature, the energy inside them is absorbed by the hoarfrost, and with the slightest blow of a tiny wind wave, they are crushed into powder and fall down.

McGonagall and Sprout looked at him in horror.

Back again.

Voldemort became stronger.

Before that, Voldemort would never have been able to neutralize their attacks so easily.

Voldemort was about to speak sarcastically, but his gaze brushed over Dumbledore's body and his expression changed.

Dumbledore took the opportunity to utter some incantation.

Instead, he called out his patron saint.

When he looked over, Dumbledore had already said something to the silver phoenix, and let it fly and disappear in the blink of an eye.

Voldemort does not have Patronus Charms.

But that didn't stop him from understanding the spell, Dumbledore was delivering the message.

What's the news?

To whom?

Especially at this time.

A name, born in his head: "Harry Potter".

Dumbledore was not afraid, even with the addition of these Hogwarts professors, he was not afraid, but one more Potter.

Voldemort's brow furrowed.

In the case that he has not yet fully mastered his body and the huge magic in his body, it is not a good choice to face Potter and Dumbledore together.

He fingered a little.

The hoarfrost condensed into a ball and flew towards the castle.

(End of chapter)